Great American Desert, Manny Coon, Kyle Harvey, Daniel Dorner @ Duffy’s | Lincoln

Great American Desert

http://www.facebook.com/GreatAmericanDesert
http://www.hearnebraska.org/content/great-american-desert
http://southoflincoln.bandcamp.com/

The calm, boring life of a small Midwestern town drove Max Holmquist to pick up a guitar at the age of 15. Four years later, South of Lincoln started in 2006 as his solo project. Starting with a post-punk/emo sound in the vein as Juliana Theory, Saves the Day, etc. somewhere along the line his style shifted with his personal musical tastes. With the introduction of Alt/Folk from people like Damien Jurado, Neko Case, M. Ward, Andrew Bird, Rocky Votolato, etc., South of Lincoln became Great American Desert, a collection of honest, heartfelt folk songs.

Manny Coon

http://www.hearnebraska.org/content/manny-coon
http://vimeo.com/15488758

Manny Coon weaves beautiful folk tales in a traditional style that tells honest stories of seemingly real people.

Kyle Harvey

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kyle-Harvey-Music/180848995301953

Kyle Harvey, Truth is the Color of Teeth (Slo-Fi) — Omaha songsmith Kyle Harvey’s sophomore album is a beast of many burdens, unveiling in seven tracks a cross-section of atomic dissonance, tender ode and death rattle. The first on his own label, Truth lacks false pretense. Harvey quietly and with resignation empties his closet of guilt and worry. In every sense a grand work of relationship woe, the album is a violent self-reflection leading toward the unlikely conclusion in fan favorite “It Falls Apart” that “[s]weetheart, I’m just a ghost of a guy you used to know.” At times the listener might wonder when this guy could cut himself a break. Instead, he just cuts himself, standing entirely accountable for his misdeeds, disconnection and absence. The worn cliché that accompanies so many troubadours is lacking in Truth’s case, as Harvey doesn’t just wear his heart on his sleeve; he’s popped his into a ferocious mouth. His words mangle and gnash away at it, at what could’ve been, at what never was, and what will always remain painfully the same. If truth indeed is the color of teeth, this local bard’s incisors are bleeding heart red, and he couldn’t look — or sound — much better. Rating: 4 stars
— Brady Vredenburg

Daniel Dorner

http://www.hearnebraska.org/content/daniel-dorner
http://soundcloud.com/danieldorner